young woman Holland

Holland's footsteps entering the bedroom woke me from my light sleep. I saw her wearing her silk robe again, carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. She placed the bottle and glasses on the bedside table, turned on the small stereo next to the dressing table, and soothing country music filled the room.
"I think," she said, "we should rest this afternoon and have some more wine, what do you think?"
"Okay," I replied, getting out of bed, a little embarrassed by my nakedness. I uncorked the bottle and filled both glasses. I was really thirsty, and the aroma of the wine invigorated me.
Holland stood by the bed, took a sip from her glass, and stared at me silently.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked.
"I hope you can stay with me tonight," she said thoughtfully.
"Okay, then I'll call my mother. She's waiting for me to come home for my birthday."
I used Holland's phone to call my mother and told her that some of my classmates needed to see me, so I wouldn't be coming home and would be staying at a classmate's house tonight. My mother was a little disappointed, saying she had prepared lots of delicious food for me, but she understood and didn't ask me to go back. Sigh, I really felt guilty towards my mother.
Holland sat cross-legged on the bed, her silk robe slightly open, revealing a hint of her midriff.
"You look so beautiful in this robe," I said.
"Really," she replied, pulling the robe back up.
"No… I want to see it open…" I blurted out.
Holland looked at me, suddenly bursting into laughter, and opened the robe a little more. At that moment, I felt she was both beautiful and young, and I didn't feel she was that much older than me at all.
She seemed to want to say something, but hesitated. I watched her slowly sip her wine, waiting. Holland sighed and said, "Do you remember? After my husband passed away, you came to my house and brought me flowers."
"I remember."
"...Since that day, I've thought about you every day."
"Think about what?"
"Nothing, just you... I can still see you then, holding those flowers. I can feel how worried you were about me, how you wanted to do something for me, how you wanted to help me get out of my grief."
"Yes, but I don't know how to help you."
"I know. Actually, I no longer see you just as my son's tutor, nor as a college student working part-time at my house. I see you as..."
"As what?" I asked eagerly.
“Well, how should I put it?... I think you're just incredibly kind-hearted... like family to me.”
“Oh, go on…”
“I think you're a very loving and compassionate child. You cry when you watch romantic movies, you try your best to help your friends, you know how to love and respect your mother, but school life seems a bit boring to you, doesn't it?”
I leaned against the headboard, propping myself up on my elbow. “Yeah, I guess so.”
She moved closer to me, running her fingers through my hair. For a moment, I felt a little embarrassed and couldn't help but reach out and touch her hand.
“You're still troubled by your complicated relationship with that girl.”
Hearing her say that, I laughed out loud. She looked surprised, her hand stopping stroking my hair.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking at me.
“It’s nothing. Didn’t you tell me not to get entangled with girls I don’t love?”
“Did I say that?”
“Don’t you remember?”
Holland thought carefully, then said, “Wasn’t it that time I advised you to find a girl you truly love?”
“Yes.”
“Was I wrong?”
“I think you were right. Any other advice?”
“Let me think… When you’re in school, or maybe after you graduate… my mind is a bit confused, it should be after graduation, then you can find a girl you truly love. When you’re in school, there are many uncertainties, it’s hard to be sure if you can love each other for a lifetime.”
“Hmm.”
Holland leaned against the headboard, her legs pressed against my body. “After you find the girl you love, will you still think of me?” She stroked my hair again. “Will you still remember today? Does it feel like a dream?”
I looked up into her eyes, and she smiled back at me.
I turned over and rested my head on her lap. She pulled a pillow over her back, leaned against the headboard, and continued stroking my hair.
“I think we can pretend to be a couple right now. It makes me feel like I’m a teenager again, and it makes you feel so much more mature. In this short day, we can experience the whole process of falling in love, getting married, and raising children—experiencing the entire journey of life in this one moment!”
“I love your idea,” I murmured, untying the belt of her robe and slipping my hand inside to caress her inner thigh. Holland sighed, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back against the headboard.
“Oh, I love my own idea too…” she gasped.
I tried my best to guess what she was thinking. I rested my head on her lap, my ear pressed against her fair, delicate skin, as if trying to hear her innermost thoughts through her smooth skin.
She had clearly thought this through; it must have been a carefully planned moment for us.
She imagined me as her deceased husband, cooking for me, celebrating my birthday, bathing me, shaving me, and then making love to me. Then, she wanted me to understand that our relationship was only temporary, and that I would find my true love after graduation. In this moment, we give ourselves completely to each other; in this moment, we love each other like true lovers. But we can only love each other for this moment. I completely understand her thoughts.
However, what I don't understand is that I can still sense the sorrow in her heart. Now, her robe is completely open, and my hands begin from her shoulders, moving down to her breasts, abdomen, thighs, and buttocks. Her exposed body seems so helpless, but I understand that this helplessness is only for me. It's as if she's placed herself before me as a precious, exquisite gift, to see if I will clumsily and foolishly discard or damage it, or treat it with the care and respect of a true man. She's putting herself at great emotional risk, hoping I am a man completely worthy of her devotion and trust, someone who can help her dispel her loneliness and sorrow, even if only for a moment.
Thinking this, I sat up. Her hand that was stroking my hair slipped down, and she opened her eyes, staring directly at me.
"I completely understand what you're thinking," I said.
“Actually,” she murmured, almost whispering, “my feelings for you right now, Long Gang, are love.”
“I love you too,” I replied, embracing her tightly, our lips pressed together.
Holland held me close, smiling. I buried my head in her chest, letting her hold me tight. My ear was against her breast, and I could hear the loneliness and sorrow in her heart gradually fading away.
Holland took off her robe, pulled me close, and we lay down on the large bed. We embraced face to face, limbs intertwined, lips pressed together. We kissed passionately, like lovers reunited after a long separation, our tongues swirling and entwining in each other's mouths. I felt we were both burning with desire. This
burning passion fueled an uncontrollable desire, and we instinctively reached for each other's genitals.
"I… I've never been with a woman before…" I whispered shyly in her ear.
Holland seemed surprised; she stopped. "Oh, really?… You, you're still a virgin?… Then, then… we really shouldn't do this."
"But… but I really want to be with you… I just want you to know this is my first time."
Holland released my naked arms and remained silent for a long time. Then, she looked closely at my face, as if studying my inner feelings, and said, "I'm so grateful to you, really, it makes me feel very special... a very special feeling."
"I think you're special too," I replied.
"Then let me tell you my secret," she said, laughing heartily.
"What secret?"
"You're the only man I've ever been with besides my husband." She paused, as if choosing her words carefully, "...the only man I've been so intimate with."
"Oh, you've only made love with your husband?"
"Yes... Long Gang, you're the second."
We kissed again, our four hands eagerly caressing each other's genitals. I lowered my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking gently but firmly. After a while, she gently pushed me away, letting me lie flat on the bed, then rolled over and straddled me.
I don't know why, maybe afraid she'd laugh at my clumsiness and lack of sexual experience, I said again,
"When I said I was still a... virgin, I meant I have no experience, no skills..."
"Of course, I know," Holland replied with a smile, leaning down to kiss me, then reaching down to guide my hard penis towards her vaginal opening. Her warm, moist vulva stimulated my glans, causing my muscles to involuntarily tighten. Holland carefully and gently lowered herself down, as if afraid of frightening this inexperienced young man with any discomfort.
After she had fully taken my penis into her body, Holland whispered in my ear, "From now on, you're no longer a virgin." She said breathlessly, holding my penis between her legs and remaining still.
My feelings were complicated, and I couldn't help but sigh inwardly. But the feeling of being enveloped and moistened by a woman's vulva was wonderful, much more wonderful than I had imagined. At this moment, Holland looked at me with her beautiful eyes, kissing me as she moved up and down on top of me. All I could do was grip the beautiful flesh of her buttocks tightly, thrusting my hips to meet her movements, hoping to completely merge myself into her body.
Holland kept moving, her head pressed against my chest, whispering, "Hold me tight, darling."
I held her naked body tightly, letting her full breasts press against my chest, her face pressed against mine.
"Oh, so good..." she murmured.
"I feel so good too," I replied, hoping this wonderful moment would never end. Having probably already ejaculated twice, I didn't really want to ejaculate, nor did I want to change positions, nor did I want her to stop. I just wanted to keep going like this until she merged with me, and I merged with her.
Time passed in our soothing lovemaking, the sun was already setting, and the sunlight on the walls had turned blood red. The music playing on the stereo had long since stopped, and the only sounds in the room were our breathing and the slight creaking of the bed.
Finally, Holland needed even greater stimulation. She rolled off me and pulled me to lie on top of her.
She parted her beautiful, sexy legs and raised her knees to her chest, completely exposing her vulva to me—I thought, this must be the best birthday gift she could give me!
I reinserted my penis into her vagina, using the strength of my waist and abdomen to thrust rapidly in and out of her body. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her face close to my ear, and said, "You're such a handsome and lovely man!" Then, looking into my eyes, she added, "And an upright and kind man... I really, really love being in love with you."
From her tone, I could feel the sincerity and deep affection from the bottom of her heart, especially when she said the word "love" with such solemnity each time. Clearly, her gentle yet encouraging words greatly satisfied me, a man who had just experienced being with a woman, filling me with confidence. I felt proudly like a real man now.
Holland placed her hands on my buttocks, pushing my body deeper into hers while constantly lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. She murmured lewd words, "Good, good, fuck me harder, Long Gang, use all your strength to fuck me. Don't worry about breaking me, don't worry about ejaculating inside me, just indulge yourself!"
Encouraged by Holland, my movements became increasingly rough and violent. Every time I felt I was going too far, Holland would pant and encourage me, "Good, like that, harder, harder..." As
I desperately raped her, I looked down into her eyes, and in that instant, I felt I truly experienced the benefits of making love with a mature, seductive woman. Looking at her beautiful face, I couldn't help but imagine that Holland and I had made love hundreds of times, imagining myself meeting Holland when she was 18, falling in love with her, and enjoying every passionate moment with her. I became increasingly excited, my body on the verge of exploding.
"Oh, I'm going to cum!" I shouted, thinking of countless sexual encounters.
"Oh, I'm coming too! Come on, cum inside, Long Gang, cum all your semen inside!" Holland responded excitedly.
She seemed to be able to control her orgasm; just as I was about to ejaculate, she twitched the muscles in her vagina, stimulating me and giving me even greater pleasure. I thrust violently a few more times, and for the first time, I released my youthful passion into a woman's body. This was an unprecedented, immense pleasure, incomparable to the pleasure of masturbation. I felt as if the semen in my testicles would never run out; my penis throbbed and twitched continuously inside Holland's vagina, spurt after spurt of semen shooting deep into her vagina.
Exhausted, I lay on top of Holland, the afterglow of my orgasm still strong, my body still involuntarily twitching as I pressed against her. Holland embraced me, chuckling softly, wiping the sweat from my forehead with her fingers, her tongue licking my dry lips.
After a while, I rolled off the horse and lay on the large bed, still panting. Holland rested her head on my chest, one arm around my waist, the other hand tracing random circles on my stomach. After an unprecedented passion, I felt physically exhausted but mentally exhilarated. I took a deep breath; that afternoon, I had become a true man in Holland's presence.
Holland sat up, picked up the wine glass from the bedside table, took a sip, then put her robe back on and turned to look at me, still lying there naked.
"Sigh, I'm leaving in a few days," Holland said, looking at me.
"Oh, where to?" I asked, puzzled.
It turned out that since Holland's husband's unexpected death, Holland had been unable to pull herself out of grief. Her family and in-laws wanted her to change her environment to help her cope with the pain of losing her husband. Coincidentally, her husband's brother, her son Mao Mao's uncle, lived in the United States. He was a wealthy, prestigious, and well-connected businessman in the local Chinese community. Since the couple had no children of their own, they hoped to bring Mao Mao to live in the US, both to help care for his deceased brother's son and to give them a new child. Because children need their mothers, they persuaded Holland to also move to the US, allowing her to escape her grief and providing her son with a better living and learning environment. Recently, Holland's immigration procedures in the US were finally completed, and she will soon be leaving our city.
"Yes, this arrangement couldn't be better for you and Mao Mao," I said, a tearing pain in my heart. "When are you leaving?"
"Next Saturday, Long Gang. We probably won't see each other again," Holland replied softly.
My mind raced, calculating how much time I had left with her between now and next Saturday. I desperately wanted to make love to her again, right away, until next Saturday.
"I'm so sad..." I murmured.
"I'm sad too," Holland said, putting down his glass and lying down beside me, kissing my cheek. "Please don't be like this, don't make me sad. You said you understood me."
"Yes, yes... you're right, I understand, I'm sorry..." My voice choked, a deep ache churning within me.
“Okay, stop…” Holland stroked my chest. “Remember what I said, Long Gang, sex makes everything very complicated. What we did just now was very dangerous… It’s all my fault, I couldn’t control my emotions… We really shouldn’t have done that… I’m so sorry. Let me tell you, never get into a sexual relationship so easily in the future, unless you decide to bind your soul to hers forever. Maybe I should have told you this sooner…”
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong to me. I understand what you said, and I know your good intentions. But no matter what, I will always miss you.”
“I will miss you too, Long Gang, so much…”
I stared at the ceiling, my mind a jumble of thoughts about her words. She mentioned “sex…”?
“So,” I said, trying to change the subject and mood, “did you feel good just now?”
“What?”
“Sex!”
Holland laughed loudly, her hand starting to stroke down my chest. “You were great!” Her hand began to stroke my penis, and soon I was hard again. “Did you feel good just now?” she asked.
“Of course. But you know, I have no experience at all.”
“Then shouldn’t I give you more experience?” Holland said with a smile.
So, we made love again. Then, we did it again. In the interval between the two times, Holland went to make dinner. She cooked tomato and egg noodles and made some pancakes. We sat in the living room, eating noodles and pancakes while watching an old movie on TV. It was a comedy with some romantic elements. Holland chuckled like a child, and she seemed younger than me. I really felt that she was my girlfriend, a girl who was both innocent and charming. I was truly captivated by her. I imagined taking her to the movies, the two of us fighting over popcorn; I imagined walking hand in hand with her on campus, reading in the library; I imagined lying with her on my small bed in my dorm, listening to my bunkmates and the guys around me talking in their sleep and snoring…
The next morning, when I woke up, it was already bright. Holland wasn’t in bed, and I couldn’t hear her voice. I grabbed a large bath towel from the bedside, wrapped it around my waist, got up, and left the bedroom.
Holland, wearing her silk nightgown, was busy making breakfast in the kitchen. I walked up behind her, put my arms around her waist, and said, "I wished you were in bed when I woke up."
"You're hopeless," she said with a laugh, turning to hand me a glass of milk. "Hurry up and eat, then I'll take you to school. I have to go to work too, I have so much to do..." "
But, I still want to be with you..." I said, my penis already half-erect from being pressed against her body. I pulled off the towel around my waist and stood naked in front of her.
"What a naughty boy!" she whispered, and I pulled her into my arms. We kissed in the kitchen, my hands inside her nightgown, kneading her breasts, passion making my penis as hard as an iron rod.
We kissed passionately, our lips and tongues intertwined like two wrestlers, exchanging warm breath and sweet saliva. She wrapped one leg around my waist, and I reached out a hand to knead her beautiful buttocks, occasionally slipping my hand between her buttocks to caress her moist labia. My hard penis pressed between our lower abdomens, the bulging veins on the shaft throbbing.
Then, I lifted her body and sat her on the edge of the kitchen counter, so that her vulva was directly facing my erect penis.
"I want to taste you," I said, leaning down to press my face close to her vulva, inhaling the unique scent of her private parts as I carefully examined this place that drove men wild. This was the first time I had truly seen a woman's vulva so closely. Although she had given birth, Holland's vulva was still incredibly delicate and beautiful.
Her labia majora were a moist, brownish-red, enveloping and protecting the tender pink labia minora and vaginal opening. Where the labia majora met upwards, I saw a small, peanut-sized protrusion. Her clitoris was already aroused by my stimulation; the firm, swollen little fleshy bud resembled a small nipple, making me unable to resist sticking out my tongue to lick it.
"Oh!" Holland groaned softly.
Although it was my first time licking a woman's vulva, instinct still gave Holland immense stimulation. I patiently sucked on her protruding clitoris, repeatedly licking the folds between her labia with my tongue, and constantly probing her vaginal opening with the tip of my tongue. Clear, warm vaginal fluid gushed out under my licking and kissing, flowing down my tongue into my mouth, which I greedily drank down.
At the same time, my fingers were also stroking her vulva, perineum, and anus, hoping to give Holland even greater pleasure and stimulation. Perhaps just as a newborn baby knows to suckle at its mother's breast, I instinctively began performing oral sex on Holland in various ways. Finally, my tongue even reached into her anus.
"Oh, Long Gang… ahh, you're going to kill me…" Holland repeated these moans and words, her body writhing, her hands on my head, seemingly trying to push me away, yet also wanting me to press closer. Her vaginal fluids covered my face.
"Ahhhhh… oh, I'm coming, I'm going to die…" Suddenly, Holland's body convulsed violently, and a torrent of vaginal fluid gushed out like a waterfall, splashing onto my head, shoulders, and the kitchen counter. Years later, I learned that was a woman's squirting; at the time, I thought she had lost control of her bladder from my licking.
I stood up and held Holland tightly in my arms, kissing her. Just recovering from her daze, she grabbed my penis, guiding me into her body, and we began to have passionate sex again on the kitchen counter. Holland wrapped her arms around my neck, biting my tongue tightly, letting my penis thrust roughly in and out of her vagina; while I held her waist with one hand and grabbed one of her breasts with the other, using all my strength to ravage her body.
"Oh, oh, oh, I'm coming too, I'm going to cum..." I shouted, my lower abdomen pressed tightly against her mons pubis, my penis throbbing inside her vagina, shooting my semen into her uterus without reservation. At the moment of ejaculation, I seemed to lose consciousness; my legs went weak, and I collapsed, pinning her against the operating table.
"Are you alright?" Holland still had her arms around my neck, asking softly in my ear.
"Oh, no... I'm fine, I don't know..." I wanted to say, but the words wouldn't come out.
"Oh, you're just too tired," Holland said affectionately, stroking my sweaty back.
"Mmm... I'm fine, it's just... so comfortable..." I murmured, marveling that only with such an elegant, beautiful, sexy, and genuine woman could I truly experience the allure of sex.
Holland helped me get up from the counter, then she got down too, dressed, glanced at her watch, and said, "Alright, hurry up and eat your breakfast, it's getting late..."
We sat down at the table together, and Holland helped me eat while saying, "Long Gang, we need to have a serious talk." Her tone sounded like my mother's.
"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" I said, my mouth full of food.
She pouted, looked me up and down, and said, "What happened this morning shouldn't have happened."
"You mean we were in the kitchen..." I turned to look at the kitchen and asked with a smile.
"Yes." She shook her head, her expression somewhat grave, and said, "Long Gang, what happened yesterday, last night, and this morning was all my fault..." She sighed and continued, "I'm worried you'll become addicted to lust and won't be able to extricate yourself, do you understand?"
I didn't say anything because I didn't know how to answer.
“Sigh, I’m really worried about you, worried that you’ll go astray after I leave… It’s all my fault, from yesterday to today, I’ve been so selfish…”
“No, it’s not like that…”
She pinched my hand and said, “Shh, don’t interrupt, listen to me. I know what you’re thinking, Long Gang, you must be calculating how much time is left before I leave the country next Saturday, how much time we can spend together doing… um…”
“…doing what we just did!” I eagerly said it for her.
“Yes…it feels good, doesn’t it? But, Longgang, we can’t do this anymore, and you can’t keep thinking about things like this.”
“But why can’t we?”
“After all, you’re still a student. Aren’t you preparing for graduate school? I’m afraid that if you taste a little pleasure, you’ll become addicted and ruin everything…I don’t want to see you like that, it would break my heart, you know, Longgang?” She carefully chose her words and continued, “I hope I can help you overcome your shyness around women, help you understand the techniques and psychology of sex, but I hope even more that I can help you establish a correct view of sex and love. After all, I’m still your teacher, and I don’t want you to go astray in your sex life because of me…” She paused, tears streaming down her face, “But…but I’m really lonely, and I like you a lot, I can’t help it…”
“I know, Sister Huo Lan, I understand your worries, I will control myself…I, I also want to make you happy…please believe me.”
“Hmm…” Huo Lan looked up at me, her eyes filled with a complex mix of embarrassment, pain, and confusion.
She closed her eyes and continued, “You’re a very lovely young man, trustworthy… but I also took advantage of your kindness… I really wanted to be with you… but I overlooked many things, didn’t consider the potential negative consequences for you. I was so selfish, I feel so sorry!”
Although I knew I was mentally sound and believed I would handle my sexual desires and emotions well in the future, and that my relationship with Holland wouldn’t affect my future life, I didn’t want to argue with her anymore. During my
time with Holland, I gained a deeper understanding of women, realizing that a woman’s emotions are sometimes difficult to control with a man’s rationality.
“So, do you think it still works?” I asked.
“What did you say?”
“Using my kindness to alleviate your loneliness and sadness…”
“Oh, it works, it works, you make me feel so good.”
“Then there’s nothing to apologize for,” I said, taking her hand, and we stood up together.
“How about one last kiss?” I asked softly.
“Okay, of course,” she replied excitedly.
We hugged tightly, our kiss filled with gratitude and affection.
Later, before Holland went abroad, we met twice more. Of course, her son, Mao Mao, wasn't home on either of those occasions, and I wasn't there to tutor him. On Wednesday night, we made love tenderly on Holland's big bed. She taught me many ways to make women happy and relaxed, and also let me enjoy a lot of the unique tenderness and stimulation that women possess. On Friday night, I went to her house to say goodbye. This time, she didn't let me penetrate her body again, but gently gave me oral sex and masturbation, letting me ejaculate on her face and breasts. Then she didn't let me stay overnight, but asked me to say goodbye to her before 10 pm and leave her house and her warm embrace.
As I was leaving, Holland handed me a small black velvet box, tiptoed and kissed my cheek, saying, "Take this, I hope you'll like it... I don't know what else I can give you, I just hope that when you see it you'll remember me."
I opened the box, and inside was a gleaming gold Rolex watch. Although I didn't recognize the watch at the time, nor did I know its value, I could tell it was a very exquisite and expensive timepiece.
"But..."
"Don't speak yet," Holland interrupted me. "This is a watch my husband left me. He only wore it when going out on business or on special occasions. Since he passed away, I've kept it in my dressing table drawer. Now, I want to put it on your wrist, to let it tell you how long I've been gone."
"This watch is very valuable," I said.
“Yes, but a man should wear a watch like this.”
“No, I can’t accept such an expensive gift…”
“Why? Don’t you want to remember me?”
“No, but that’s your husband’s.”
“Only he and you are the men I’ve ever loved in my life, and I hope you two are the same person.” She said, taking the watch out of the box and putting it on my wrist. “See, how fitting it is.”
“Long Gang, please accept it. I really hope it’s on the wrist of a man I love, not in my dressing table drawer. Besides, I might get married in the future, and I don’t want my future husband to wear my ex-husband’s watch, so giving it to you is the best choice.”
“Thank you, then I’ll accept your kind gesture,” I said, somewhat excitedly.
Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. Although we haven’t seen each other since, the material and spiritual wealth Holland left me has accompanied me every moment. The first night is the most unforgettable for both men and women, and the sexual techniques she taught me, the methods for understanding women’s psychology, and her sincere and profound views on love have benefited my life immensely. Whenever my wife lies contentedly in my arms after a satisfying experience, expressing her gratitude, my mind replays how Holland transformed a clumsy virgin into a skilled lover, and I can't help but recall those unforgettable moments…

[The End]

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